Throughout his ten year career, the filmmaker and artist Narvir Singh (Punjabi, b. 1989 London, UK) has collaborated with key figures from a range of creative disciplines, experimenting with the relationship between poetry, visual art, music and theatre.

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LYRICS:
Weellll it is a way to rid to Sikhs of their Nationality,
it is a way to rid to Sikhs of their Nationality
It is a way to stop Sikhs knowing Truth and history…

I watch your pennies drop // as you matha-tek
Counting up the money that’s the gas paid
Built a marble palace up in here — and it must contain
10% spent on plush fittings ‘stead of pain
Your place // my place // this Gurdwara is shared space
Everybody welcome just as long as you’re from my race
We’re seeing out the plan // spreading words of Truth
But only on Sunday from 9AM to Noon
Here we out West// Yeah we fitting in
Business deal making// doing it to win
G-G-G-Gurdwara // Committee-wale
Vote-an and gimmie money, I’m the Punjabi Stalin!

Mercedes Benzy // Your sangat they so hungry //
even though they know, I’ll never give up the kursi x2

Yuh! We’ll book your wedding // take your money then hath-jorr // Bye!
Not like you asked how Anand Karaj works or why!
Ain’t like it’s for us to ask if you’re a Sikh, guy
Once we got your fees there’s no refunds!
What we want is your cash money
All we want is your cash money
Why should we care if you ain’t aware
of the laavan you take in the ceremony?
Siropa beti // and you son
We give these away // that’s you done
Now it’s time to make more cash
Tell your guests about the building fund
Marble // Ceiling // under-floor heating
We want to add a heli-pad when Pardhaan comes for meeting x2

Mercedes Benzy // Your sangat they so thirsty // doing simran on
our carpets cos this year we hosting barsi

Mercedes Benzy // Your sangat they so hungry //
even though they know, I’ll never give up my kursi

Dress in suits, shirt and tie
We never clean toilets that’s why
We never make langar and that’s why
We never read paath that’s why!
Talk to the sangat like they’re lower caste
We are committee // they only count last
Tie up our dhaaris with netting and taatees
Dress up our wives in ten thousand pound saris
Driving 4x4s this is our Sardari
Our pals play kabaddi they’re gangsters and yardies
Next generation we grooming them up
Turning resistance into gup-shup
Youth say its elders, but we not corrupt
It’s not your turn kids, we’ve seen you erupt
We’re not intolerant bundeh, we’re squabbling lafengeh
We only know pungeh, we’re Sikhs on Sunday…!